#and I'm just gonna be back feeling AWFUL as hell for god knows how long

[chaelinsbitch]

I hate that my mood goes from like "omg friendship is so beautiful I am so grateful for everyone they make life worth living 💖💖💖💖" to "I am forever meant to be alone no one should ever speak to me and they should all forget my existence" and I will jump back and forth from both multiple times in the same week

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 8 || The Act of Manipulation

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language & angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——AS THE TWO OF YOU MAKE OUT,  he walks you back over to his bed and lays you down-- perfectly proving your point that with him it's never just a kiss.

His larger body presses into your own and you feel his hands sliding down to lift his shirt off you. Gojo then pulls away from your lips for a second to whisper to you, "I have class in an hour." He murmurs.

You grin, "Then we should stop."

Gojo kisses your bottom lip and then moves to your cheek, "Don't wanna."

Your hands unconsciously move to play with the back stands of his hair, "You should start getting ready."

"But I kinda," He kisses under your neck, "...wanna eat you out," Gojo says suddenly.

You flinch a little, "You don't have time for that, Satoru."

He smiles against your skin, "Yeah I do."

"No, you don't."

A grumble is felt against you and Gojo pulls up from your body. His eyes are full of admiration while he looks at you. The man falls quiet but he seems to have given in on your protest.

After a while of staring at you, Gojo lets out a sigh. "You should come with me," He suggests.

Your eyebrow raises in confusion, "Come with you... where?"

"To class." He says casually as he slides off the bed, leaving you lying there.

You laugh at his casualty, "I can't just come to class with you."

"Sure you can," Gojo argues as he heads into his closet, "You're a psychology major right?" he calls out.

You blink. "...How did you know that?"

"I asked Shoko a long time ago," He responds, leaving his closet with a shirt in his hands, "But anyways, you can use that as an excuse."

"How...?"

"If my professor asks why you're there, which he probably will, you can just say you came with me for a project you're working on."

"Okay," You nod along. It's not a bad plan, you've actually done that before with some of Shoko's classes and it's worked for you. "But why am I doing all of this anyway...?"

"Well," Gojo pulls his shirt over his head, "Two of the people on the list are in that class and you can meet both of them."

You perk up, "Really, who?"

"You won't know them by their names."

"Okay, well just tell me their names and which face it goes with."

"Well, for starters... I maybe should've told you this sooner but," He sighs and looks away from you, "You have to seduce my professor."

You choke on air, "I'm sorry, what?!?"

Gojo sends you an innocent little smile as if that'll make up for the information he's just given you, "In my defense, I didn't mean for his kid to break his leg."

"W-What?"

"That's the thing I owe him for. See, I babysit from time to time, and uh, his kid broke his leg on my watch..."

"And now you want me to sleep with him to make up for your mistake? That makes no fucking sense, Gojo." You snap.

He winces, "Aw, don't be mad at meeee. It was an accident, truly. And uh... Well, I have a bit of a reputation for getting people hook-ups."

"Right so lemme just, put all this together." You huff. Your hands move to message your temples to prevent the oncoming headache, "You babysat his kid, the kid broke his leg, and now you owe your professor something. Which, according to you, means that you owe him... a date with someone?"

"Nope, I owe him a quick fuck with someone."

"How did you even..." You scoff, "How the hell did you two agree on that kinda thing?? And what the fuck were you gonna do if you couldn't blackmail me into this shit?"

He scratches the back of his head, "You sound angry..."

"I am!" You huff, "Can't he get fired for sleeping with a student?! A-And can't I get kicked out???"

"Don't get caught."

"Gojo, I swear to god, I'm gonna fucking kill you."

He frowns and gives you a pleading look, "C'mon, all you have to do is-"

"No, stop that. Don't all you have to do is fuck him, because that's not all I have to do. I have to put my dignity aside and approach a professor like some kinda needy little whore for your sake!" You yell at him, causing the man to tense up where he stands.

Gojo doesn't exactly like seeing you upset with him, "See, I could understand your best friend, and maybe anyone else who's not a teacher. But god damnit, do you know how insane this all sounds?" You ask.

The air goes quiet and Gojo is unsure how to respond to that.

Your glare is continuous and you decide to keep rambling since he won't respond, "A professor, Satoru." You emphasize, trying your best to make him understand that this is crazy. "Are you seriously gonna force me to do this...? C-Can't you just delete that video of me? T-Then, maybe, I'll still help you with the list but..."

The man notices you're on the verge of tears, clearly overwhelmed by all the shit you'll have to put up with because of him.

"I can't fuck a teacher." You mumble.

Gojo grits his teeth. "I don't want to force you to do this-"

"Then don't! Delete the video and leave me the fuck alone!!" You shout.

"I can't."

"Why the hell not?!"

Because once that video is gone, there is no excuse he'll have to be around you.

And yeah, it's fucked up, he knows that. But deleting the video means two things; one, he has no more leverage over you and can't force you to help him with the hole he's dug for himself. And two; well, if you don't sleep with his teacher, he'll fail the class.

"Because," Gojo says carefully, slowly walking over to you. He approaches the bed and stands right in front of you, ignoring the glare you're giving him. "I need you." He whispers.

You stare back and forth between his left and right eye for a minute. Why does your heart feel all weird? It's not like he means he romantically needs you. He just wants to use you. For all you know, Gojo will be quick to discard you after all this is over.

That very thought only pisses you off even more and you end up raising a hand up and shoving him away from you. You then stand and stomp away, toward his bedroom door. "You don't need me Gojo, I'm not an idiot. You just want to use me. Fucking asshole." You squeak out with your hand on the doorknob.

Gojo is quick to rush over to where you are and lean over you, pressing a hand to his door to keep it shut. "I know that's what I'm doing but I'm serious..." He murmurs, dropping down to rest his forehead on your shoulder, "You're my only option right now."

"Delete the video."

"I told you, I can't."

"Then, y'know what..." You turn around and face him, causing his head to rise from your shoulder and his eyes to meet your angered ones. "Post the video. Go ahead, slut shame me and make the rest of my life a living hell." You say with teary eyes.

Obviously, you don't want him to do that but somewhere deep down inside you hope he'll give in and just-

"Alright," Gojo says.

You blink.

"I'll post it." He says lowly, the look in his eyes suddenly dark. Gojo leans down to you and you back into the door, "Then, I'll send it to everyone I know. After that, I'll make sure to tell everyone about it. I want the whole school to see what a fucking slut you are. And if that's not enough, Suguru has a video of you from last night so, I'll make sure everyone sees that as well."

You're heart sinks and nothing but sheer fear is reflected in your eyes. You're about to cry and you can't believe this is the same man who sometimes acts like he can hardly live without you. This can't be the same man who was all playful with you earlier that morning, right?

Oh wait... that's right. You nearly forgot; you and Gojo don't have that kind of relationship. You never did. He's just using you for his benefit. He's an asshole, something you start to realize will never change.

All those loving looks he gave you, those stupid compliments and those dumbass tender touches were all fake. It was all to trick you into trusting him and this is where it got you-- right back where you started, cowling in fear of the man exposing you and ruining your future.

"I hate you." You croak out, tears dripping down from your eyes.

Gojo has to try with his soul to ignore the way your words pain his heart. He has to shove down the urge to take it all back and apologize, to just drop to his knees and beg you to forgive him, and to simply stop you from crying like this.

A shaky breath leaves his lips but he just barely manages to maintain the threateningly serious look in his eyes. Mentally Gojo utters an I'm sorry but, the only thing you hear from him is a low, "I know, sweetheart. I know..."

You turn your head away from him and aggressively wipe the wetness from your face, "You're... an asshole. S-So fucking evil. Even satan would be nicer to me," You bable.

His expression softens, "You don't mean that-"

"I do." You say, turning to him once more, "I really do. You're the worst, Gojo. The fucking worst. After this stupid ass list, I want you to delete that video of me and never even think about me again, okay?"

"I..."

"I'm serious. No matter how much you apologize for it, no matter how much you beg, I will never forgive you for putting me through this shit." You spat. Then, you move to push him away.

Gojo allows himself to stumble back and he doesn't know what to say or any way he can fix this.

You go for the door again and pause to say one last thing, "If it's not for this dumbass list, don't text me, don't call me, don't ask about me, and again, don't even fucking think about me." You say finally before exiting.

The door slams behind you and Gojo is simply frozen. He knows he fucked up. He knows he shouldn't be doing this. Part of him wants to stop but it's like it all just got serious. As said before, in the beginning, everything with you just happened out of pure coincidence.

He never meant to record you and he still has no plans on ever exposing anything about you anywhere. But, only he knows that. Even his threat now was another bluff. The only thing Gojo really needs is for you to satisfy the people he owes.

It's selfish of him and seriously fucked up but, he's said it before and he'll say it over and over again-- you're all he has. He made promises to everyone on that list, promises of delivering a woman to them at some point, and of course, he couldn't convince anyone he knew to do such a thing.

So again, the situation with you just happened to be a coincidence.

The problem is that Gojo hates that it's you. He hates that you're the one he ended up doing this to. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuck!" Gojo curses, gripping the phone in his hand before throwing it across the room.

There's no one he can be mad at aside from himself, he knows that too. His heart is thrumming in his chest, the sound of you claiming to hate him and that feared look in your eyes embedded into his brain. He'll never be able to forget that.

Meanwhile, you refused to let yourself be mentally manipulated into thinking he might've actually cared about you at some point. As you left the room, you spotted Geto in the kitchen. He heard nearly everything and isn't sure what to say to you.

You give him no words, only glaring at him as you walk over to the living room and find your dress from the night prior neatly folded up on the couch. You don't even care if Geto can see as you snatch Gojo's shirt off your body and change.

After that, you move over to the front door and messily put your shoes back on. Geto quietly watches you, wondering if he should say something.

You don't want him to. Hell, you don't want to hear a word from anyone. The most you want to do right now is go home and cry about the stupid situation you got yourself into.

Aside from Gojo, you blame yourself too. You should've had your damn bedroom door closed. You know you didn't expect anyone to come in, especially not Gojo but, still, it should've been closed.

The second you get your shoes on and reach for the door, you can hear Gojo coming out of his room.

Your head turns back and you see him standing in the hallway. "Oh yeah, the price? Doubled. I want four thousand for every person."

"You can't just-"

"I can, and I just did. That also includes what I just did with the two of you," You say, gesturing toward both men. "You owe me four thousand, Gojo."

The man utters your name in response, trying to get you to... stay? Wait? Listen to him? He doesn't even know.

"Don't." You whisper. "Don't try to fix this because you can't. I'm going home. Come... pick me up whenever you're ready." You sigh before opening the door and leaving.

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The apartment is left in silence and Geto is standing there a bit confused. After a few minutes, he speaks, "Go after her, idiot."

"You don't get it, Suguru. I fucked up." The man groans as he moves to walk into the kitchen.

His roommate shrugs, "We all fuck up sometimes. She'll forgive you eventually."

"Running after her won't fix what I just said to her."

"Maybe not." Geto agrees, "But, it'll show her you hold some kinda compassion for the situation you put her in."

Gojo rolls his eyes, "What are you, a therapist now?"

"No, I'm a man with common sense. I mean, seriously... You're gonna make her seduce everyone you owe?"

"...You heard that, huh?"

"Yeah." Geto says, shaking his head, "That's fucked up-"

Gojo grows annoyed with hearing those words, "I know! I know it's fucked up-"

"Do you? Do you understand how bad that actually is?" Geto argues, "Satoru, I don't mean to put salt on the wound but, you can't expect for her to ever understand how you feel about her after this."

Gojo doesn't reply to that.

"And, did I hear you say you wanted her to sleep with your professor?" His best friend asks.

"Yeah..." Gojo says with a lazy nod.

Geto scoffs, "Mr. Fushiguro?"

"Yup."

"Dude, isn't he married?"

"No."

"Okay well," Geto thinks for a second, "Doesn't he hate you?"

Gojo nods, "Yep."

"You really think she'll be able to pull this off for you?" The male asks with genuine concern. "Especially after you just threatened her again?"

"I was lying," Gojo admits.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for one, you didn't record her last night-- I just told her you did. And secondly, I deleted my video of her the day after I got it."

Geto's face twists up in shock, "...Are you serious?? So, what happens when she finds out??"

"She won't." His friend murmurs, taking a seat at the kitchen island.

"How?"

"Cause' by the time she gets close to figuring that out, I'll have other stuff to blackmail her with."

"Wow, didn't know I was friends with a madman," Geto responds, clearly disappointed with his friend. "That's kinda low, don't you think?"

Gojo shrugs, "She's all I have."

"Tell her that."

"I did."

"Then tell her you deleted the video a long time ago. After that, try begging her to keep helping you, I'm pretty sure I heard her say she would." His friend advises.

"She won't fuck a teacher unless she's being threatened to so, after that... I'll..." Gojo trails off for a second. He's afraid that by that point the truth won't help him. "I'll tell her the truth."

"Really?" Geto asks, clearly not believing him.

He hesitates for a second before uttering a simple, "Y-Yeah."

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With that, Gojo has to mentally prepare himself to do such a thing. Are you even going to help after that? Probably not...

As he thinks about this, he eventually leaves Geto in the kitchen to go fetch his phone. When he gets the device, he notices he cracked it but shrugs it off. Gojo is quick to have that increased four thousand sent to you, gritting his teeth as he does so.

I hate you. Fuck, those words won't leave him alone. You were so serious too. And to think he just had you in his arms, hugging and kissing him, to go and fuck all that up later.

The chances of him repairing this relationship with you are looking very slim to none. You were very clear in saying that you have no plans of ever forgiving him but, maybe, just maybe Gojo can make it up to you.

Does he know how he'll do that? No.

Is that going to stop him from trying? Hell no.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ☐

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[vampiresbloodx]

warnings(18+ ONLY): smut, sub!reader, Dom!Wanda, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, teasing, blow jobs (on strap), spitting, slight praise, more degradation, rough s/x, strap on use, all of it is consensual, petnames use (good girl, baby).

emo!gf!Wanda uses you however she pleases and you gladly let her.

The first time she got a taste of you, she was obsessed. No, that wasn't a joke. No one has ever seen her been like this before about anyone. You bring out a completely different side to her than not even her best friend could know about.

Wanda claimed she didn't like girls, she always told herself she wasn't a lesbian and denied any rumours surrounding that.

It wasn't that she was ashamed, she didn't give zero fucks about their opinions. Maybe a little. That's what she was known for, her no bullshit attitude, the resting bitch face, someone to not fuck with.

Then she met you.

The cute adorable nerd who's too shy for their own good.

Wanda wanted to have you all to herself, and she did.

No one was allowed to touch you, flirt with you, go as far as to ask you out.

She would kill them.

Only you'd have to stop her from even putting them in the hospital.

Even if you were left alone for a few hours, minutes, seconds, if someone tried to come at you, she would randomly pop up out of nowhere scaring the hell out of them.

But not you.

She liked that.

She really liked you.

What she liked most was making you come as many times as she wanted. How you squirm under her gaze and touch, just one look and you're begging on your knees, it drives her insane. She has to use you.

You gladly accept it. Because you know she likes you. That's all you wanted.

You've had a crush on her for as long as you can remember, and you weren't the type to crush on people easily. Sure, they'd come, but they would never last that long.

And yet with Wanda, you knew you'd do anything she asked. She was the prettiest girl you've ever met, you just wanted her attention, her everything.

Wanda knew that too.

And she used it to her advantage.

"aw, is my pretty baby already soaking wet?" She cooed, slipping her fingers inside of your tight hole, moaning when she feels your walls clench around her. "Fucking hell, I've never fucked anyone who's pussy was just dripping, begging to be touched."

You whined, bucking your hips into her but she forced them down, glaring at you.

"now, you know I'm gonna have my way with you, I'll let you come once I know you've behaved well, don't move" she demanded.

Your body shuddered, somehow you listened, you always did.

There were times where you liked being a brat, getting the worst out of her was fun, however, this time you really didn't want to mess around.

"good girl" she cooed gently, her voice sending a shiver down your spine, she didn't waste anytime, nor did she back down with starting slow and easy, practically splitting you open with her fingers hard enough that'll make you cry.

Wanda smiled wickedly, watching your every move and reaction, your mouth gaped open, your eyes never leaving hers, fuck, it drove her wild.

"aw, does someone wanna come?" She teased, slowing her movements. "Hmm, it seems this pretty pussy is ready for my cock, don't you think?" She said, loving the way your eyes widened, pupils dilated at the sound of that.

She pulled her pants down, releasing her long, lengthy strap that she kept hidden to surprise you. It was one of her favourites she brought online. A cute, pink dildo that reminded her of you.

It's just too precious.

"spit on it" she muttered, watching as you did as she ordered, once she was pleased enough, Wanda's hands came up to your head, you eagerly wrapped your mouth over her fake dick, she groaned.

"good girl, sucking my cock so well" she moaned. "God, you're my personal fucktoy, aren't you?, my flesh light, you like that, don't you?."

She heard you whimper, causing her to smirk.

"do a good enough job and maybe I'll reward you with something else."

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch

Long story short, I owe the BL gods, so I'll be watching TWO series from my Petty List during the month of June. This list includes shows I haven't watched for purely petty reasons, so I'm asking the crowd to pick the two shows I will watch from all the MAME series, some censored Chinese bromances, a few sexual tension-filled Korean bromances, and one wild card.

I'm making my first ever poll, so whichever two series get the highest numbers will be the two I watch. And for all the kind people in the crowd, this is not the time to think about me. Pick your favorite. And for all the people who I annoy on the daily with my wild ass takes that piss you off, pick TharnType. But there is a possibility of a secret thirteenth option that would hurt me much worse . . .

The petty ass reasons are below the poll.

Disclaimer: If you're going to read the petty ass reasons, I need you to understand these are PETTY ASS REASONS, so don't try to hit me with 2,000 words about why me not watching censored bromances is a problem or why me not liking your fave hurts your feelings. Nah. Pick a show!

MAME

Love By Chance

This show came out at the end of 2018, and I watched the first episode, maybe first two, and thought it was boring. Then, in 2019, I saw a GIF of the locker scene, so I recommitted. I made it past the first episode just when the PerthSaint drama started spilling out everywhere, so I chucked the deuces and haven't returned since.

TharnType

For some reason, I couldn't find the first episode when it aired. Then, I found out how the first episode ended. Then, I found out about Type's past. Then, I just kept finding out more awful stuff until eventually the MewGulf shit finally hit the fan, and I was still reeling from the PerthSaint drama (and the emerging ZeeSaint chaos). At this point, I've built this show up so much that I'm afraid to see what it is actually about.

Don't Say No

A story of another GIF of a locker room scene sucking me in! After the first two MAME pairs blew up, I believed her shows were cursed, so I opted out of watching this one even though I thought it would be the one to vibe with me the most. But the biggest reason was because the main characters came from TharnType, so I felt like I would have to watch TharnType to understand this show, which was a big hell nah.

Love in the Air

I watched this through mutuals on my dash, so I feel like I did watch it. It is also the highest rated MAME series, so I had faith in it. However, when I found out about Sky's past, TharnType's ghost popped back up, and I realized this demon of a show is gonna haunt me in every MAME series.

The Wedding Plan

Y'all hated one of the leads so much while it was airing that I now hate him, and I don't think I can let that go, so I'm coming in with pre-hate and TharnType's ghost, but on top of that, some of y'all said it was boring. But what is boring in a MAME series? Consent? Not kidnapping someone? I never got answers, so I'm very conflicted about this show.

Censored Chinese

The Untamed

It's color coded, but FIFTY FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Grey's Anatomy? The fuck! Second, once China pulled Addicted, I was holding grudges for life because it crossed from entertainment censorship into real-world oppression, so I could not bring myself to support media from a country that openly discriminates against the queers when I live in America where our highest court is just one Supreme Court Justice away from making us all live in the damn Mojo Dojo Casa House.

Word of Honor

It's color coded, but THIRTY-SIX FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Supernatural?! The fuck! Second, I don't know the difference between this and The Untamed. Both are color-coded, one of them has a lot of uncles (?), one of them has awful facial hair, and they all have pretty outfits. Every time someone makes a reference about these shows, I just nod the same way I do when people mention Star Wars because none of it makes sense.

Guardian

I spent two years believing Killer and Healer was Guardian. I haven't watched either, but I thought they were the same show. Honestly, if this show wins, I might just watch Killer and Healer because I will forget they are not the same show. Don't they both solve cases? And because it's China, past lives must be involved, no? I'm looking at their MDLs as I write this, and I'm still not convinced they are different.

Stay with Me

It's color coded, but I know how it ends, and word on the street is that IS the ending since a second season seems unlikely. China couldn't just let me be hurt over Addicted, the original. No. Gotta hurt me again with Addicted, the remake. Rude af.

The Spirealm

First off, SEVENTY-EIGHT FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Law & Order: SVU?! The fuck! I know how this ends, and it ain't happy! I don't care how people are trying to spin it, so to sit through SEVENTY-EIGHT DAMN EPISODES just for that ending already has me irate. And don't try telling me Viki combined episodes so it's only thirty-four. That's still a lot. However, everybody who has watched it says it's phenomenal, so is the pain worth it or are these people all lying so they convince themselves it was worth it?

Korean Bromance

Beyond Evil

With most Korean dramas, I feel like I missing something important. Like some part of the story does not click with me and I stay lost for the rest of the show. I suck it up for the queers, but the not-queers-but-it-is-queer shows . . . nah, and especially one about cops . . . (-_-). Also, The Worst of Evil just showed, and it was another reminder that I need these cops to quit their jobs and just screw each other. Embrace "Be Gay. Do Crime"

The Devil Judge

I know enough about Kpop to know GOT7 would not let one of its members kiss a man in this show. I looked at those GIFs of Jeff Satur and Jackson Wang on their show knowing damn well that if Wang got too close to Satur, an entire management team would have ascended from hell and kidnapped both of them, so the promo for this show was so wild because it felt queerbait-adjacent, and I was salty about it.

WILD CARD!

This option will be automatically unlocked IF this stupid little poll gets 216 votes, so I have high hopes this will not happen since I ain't that popular and I hate this wild card which is . . .

SOTUS

This show is my original TharnType. It came out in 2016. I watched it live. I watched the sequel. I remember neither. New was in it? Off was in it?! WHAT?! I have no memory of this show except Krist wiping his mouth, and I have carried that with me for eight damn years. I loved Be My Favorite, so I thought I moved past whatever strange grudge I was holding against this man who doesn't know I exist nor care, but then I saw that trailer for The Ex-Morning, and unlike Elsa, I can't let this shit go, so I'm willing to play Jumanji and go back into the jungle to finish this once and all.

So what it's gonna be, mi gente. Which demons am I facing for Pride and what shows do I get to stay petty about? Help me decide!

[paint-the-walls-white]

Sweet Simon Riley

I've been desperate for some good smut lately, then I remembered I have capable hands lol.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Daddy kink, body worship, praise, pet names, overstimulation, breeding kink (lil bit)

After coming home from a long day at work, you dropped your purse and shoes at the door and slumped on the couch. A single encounter with a co-worker had ruined your entire day:

"Oh! Congratulations! Are you excited?"

You looked at her puzzled, "For what?"

"You know!" She gestured at your stomach, "When is the baby coming?"

A sour feeling had made it's way into your gut. "I'm.. I'm not pregnant."

She just awkwardly smiled and waved you off.

'What the hell?'

You grabbed at your soft stomach.. It was true you put on a little weight, but you hade been stressed out!

You sighed, walking into the bathroom where you inspected yourself in the mirror. Your stretch marks had become more prominent.. and you could see some cellulite forming on your thighs..

Tears flooded from your eyes. 'Maybe I should diet.. I've already eaten plenty today..'

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your husband Simon come through the front door, calling out for you,

"Lovie? y' home?"

"Yeah!" You called back to him, stepping into the bedroom to change into looser fitting clothes.

Simon walked into the bedroom and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Hi sweet heart," he brushed his hand over your tear streaked cheek, "What's wrong baby? Why were you crying?"

You sniffed dramatically, "Oh.. nothing just allergies.." You tried to hold his gaze, but the intensity of it made you glance away, giving up your lie.

"What's really wrong love?" Simon cupped your cheeks in your face. you couldn't help but notice how much of your face he was holding, making you sob,

"I-It's so stupid..! It's not something for you to worry about.." You forcefully pushed his hands off your cheeks and walked of to hide in the bathroom.

He tried to follow in behind you, worried and slightly hurt.

"Love. you need t' tell me wha's wrong. Righ' Now."

You quietly said what the issue was, but he didn't hear you. "What baby?"

"I-I feel fat, Ok? and I feel ugly... And your gonna leave me because I'm getting fat!"

You heard nothing on the other side of the door, so you cracked it open to see Simon with complete shock across his face. He regained composure and chuckled lightly.

"Lovie, yer no' fat. Yer thick and gorgeous and M' not gonna leave you because yer body is changin'."

He pulled you in, firmly squeezing your ass before throwing you over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.

"S-Simon! Put me down-! I'm heavy!"

Simon slapped a heavy hand to your ass, chuckling at the whine what escaped your lips.

"Yer like a sack of flour. I got no problem carrying ya, which is why M' gonna fuck these awful thoughts out yer head."

You squealed as he tossed you onto the bed, enjoying the treatment.

"M' gonna prove to ya yer' beautiful by worshipping every inch of your skin tonight,"

He dragged his shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt. He watched as her eyes saddened at the sight of his firm build, dark thoughts clouding her mind once again.

"Eyes up 'ere beautiful,"

Simon carefully peeled her shirt over her head and groaned at the sight, "Fuck, yer gorgeous," he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, caging her with his arms on the mattress.

"So fuckin' pretty Lovie.." He groped at her skin, relishing in her soft moans and whimpers as he kissed down her stomach, gingerly pulling off the rest of her clothes.

"Si-monn.. " she whimpered, gripping his hair tightly as he pressed firm kisses against each stretch mark on her soft stomach. He continued down her naval where he started sucking and biting at her skin.

"Yer so beautiful.. God I could look at you forever.. Fuck I have to taste you.." Simon licked at her clit, groaning at her sweet flavor as he pressed a finger against her entrance, sinking it down to the knuckle.

She arched her back, pressing into his face firmly as his nose swiped at her clit and he shoved his tongue into her. He groaned at her flavor on his tongue and locked eyes with her.

"That's it baby girl.. Eyes on me," He sunk two fingers into her, causing her to moan his name loudly, "Cum on my fingers like a good girl... cum for Daddy,"

She whimpered as the coil in her core rapidly started tightening until it snapped, creaming on his fingers.

Tears of pleasure pricked her eyes as she panted, trying to catch her breath. She watched as he pressed his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off before he lapped her clean.

"Simon-! Pleasee.. I need it..!" She squeezed her thighs around his head, making him groan into her skin.

"So fuckin' needy.. Beg for it.. Tell me how much you want Daddy's cock.."

He pulled his meaty dick from his boxers, rubbing the head of it on her spent cunt.

"Please..! I need it so bad..!"

"Then admit it.. Admit yer fuckin gorgeous.. Admit how fuckin' beautiful you are beggin' to be fucked like this.."

She whimpered as the head of his cock was pressed in, unmoving. She whined that she was pretty, that she was gorgeous and begged once again,

"Please Daddy.. please put it in..!"

She threw her head back as his girthy cock stretched her wide, feeling every vein and ripple as he pressed into her gummy cervix.

"Fuck.. yer pretty little cunt wraps so fuckin' perfect around me.. Fuckin made for me.."

He pulled out of her slowly, relishing in her sweet whines as he pressed back in, again and again until he was pounding her at a bruising pace.

He lifted a leg over his shoulder and bit into her thigh repeatedly, leaving dark marks in her skin. Simon pressed his chest to hers, making her see stars. He groaned as she squeezed around him tightly, clawing at his back.

"S-Simon-! I'm cumming!"

"Fuck.. I feel it.. yer squeezin me so tight Doll.." He groaned into her shoulder, stuffing her full of his seed as he bit into her neck.

He pulled his half-hard cock from her soaked hole, stuffing his seed back into her with two fingers. Simon lifted her knees to her chest.

"Stay like this.. I don' want you wasting a fuckin' drop.."

She nodded weakly, mewling each time he pressed his seed back into her.

A minute had passed before she was breathing somewhat normally, her mind clear from the fog of pleasure.

It made her entirely to aware of the way her skin was folding in her mid section..

"Hey, stay with me Lovie, I'm not done with you yet. I see that look in yer' eye." He sneered, flipping her onto her knees, pressing her face to the pillows,

"I'm not gonna stop until you can't even think about it.. In fact.." He harshly rubbed her clit, stuffing his cock into her without warning, causing her eyes to widen and a surprised moan to escape, "I'm not gonna stop until you can't think at all,"

She whined and whimpered at the force of his dick pressing against her cervix. It would have been painful if she hadn't been sopping wet from both of their fluids.

"Si-monnn.. pleasee.."

He pressed his cock deep into her, groaning as she squeezed around him tightly, cumming from the intrusion.

"Fuck.. that's it.. cum on my cock beautiful.."

She bit into the pillow, overstimulated and so aroused it almost hurt. But the mind blowing pleasure from him pounding into her from behind and tightly gripping her hips for leverage, made it impossible to focus on anything but what he was doing to her.

Tears flooded from her eyes, drooling on the pillow as he rutted into her, praising her body and kissing her shoulder.

"So fucking gorgeous taking my cock.. Fuck.. Im gonna fill you so fucking much.. Are you ready for it?"

She mumbled incoherently, prompting him to pull her up gently from the pillow by her hair,

"Say that again beautiful?"

"Y-yes...Simonn..pleasee.."

He pressed a kiss to her temple and rubbed her clit harshly.

"Fuck.. take it all.. I'm gonna fuckin breed you.. Show that bitch how fuckin sexy you are pregnant or not.. Fuckk.."

Her eyes rolled into her head as he fucked his load into her, squeezing around his cock as he forced another orgasm from her.

"You're so fuckin beautiful when you cum for me baby girl.. "

He pulled out of her, easing her down on the bed and laying next to her, pulling her close to his chest.

She pressed her cheek against his hot skin as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Th-Thank you.. You didn't have to do that.."

She looked at him, eyes glossed over from the pleasure. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

"Of course I did, you needed to feel beautiful.. And Im gonna make you feel beautiful every hour of every day, over and over again,"

He pinned her down on the mattress, ready to go again. She just smiled contently, happy to have the most perfect man she could ask for.

[mingtinys]

A Thorn in the Side

pairing : joshua hong x gn!reader

light angst , fluff , humor

warnings : language , jealous joshy

word count : 1.0 k

requested? no

a/n : can't tell if i like this one or not yet , but i really wanted to get something seventeen related put out !!

Joshua has never liked to think of himself as a jealous person.

In fact, in his own humble opinion, Joshua finds he's secure enough to not let most things bother him.

Some guy wants to buy you a drink at the bar? You're very attractive, it's bound to happen. His members compliment how you look that day? Good, they should, you look amazing. Your coworker is leaving secret love notes on your desk? That's fine, you'll still be clocking out and coming home to Joshua at the end of the day.

For all the attention you receive in a day, it's only ever Joshua who has the privilege of receiving yours. So no, he really doesn't have much need to worry over trivial things.

That being said, every so often, he gets a teeny, little, thorn in his side. The thorn in question being no other than Kim Mingyu and his abnormally large muscles. More specifically, Kim Mingyu's abnormally large muscles in regards to how uncomfortably close they are to you.

You were supposed to be bringing Joshua his gym bag he left at home. Something that would have taken less than a minute to do. Unfortunately, Joshua forgot to take into account the other twelve boys who accompanied him to the gym and had a knack for making his life a living Hell. 

Mingyu stopped you the moment you walked in the door. Engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug and radiating a puppy-like joy he always seems to have when greeting you. But that's not even what did Joshua in. Not by a long shot.

It wasn't until you started giggling about how gross and sweaty he was that Joshua felt something indignant crawl under his skin. Your palms flat against his chest as you tried to push away while Mingyu only held you tighter. Also, why on God's green earth does he feel the need to be shirtless right now!?

And judging from the smug glances Mingyu keeps shooting his way, the boy knows exactly what he's doing. Joshua Hong is a patient man. But the urge to throttle Mingyu is incredibly tempting at the moment.

He doesn't even realize just how long he's been just standing there seething until Jeonghan pokes his head out from behind a machine. "Hey, ‘Shua!" He whispers and it snaps Joshua back down to Earth like a brick to the head. He's twirling a singular earbud in his fingers. "I can hear you grinding your teeth over my music. How much longer are you gonna stand there sulking?"

"I'm not grinding my teeth." He grumbles, a pout set on his lips. Though his jaw is rather sore and he has to actually make an effort to unclench it.

Behind him, Seungkwan snorts. "There's actually visible clouds of steam shooting out of your ears."

Joshua whips his head around and gives the younger boy a look nothing short of homicidal. It only encourages him. "What? Worried Y/N might see something they like?"

"No." He grits out. "I just . . . really need my gym bag."

"Ohhh, okay okay." Seungkwan nods, that same smirk never leaving his face. "Well, it looks like someone might have beaten you to it." Another fit of middle-school-girl giggles erupts between Seungkwan and Jeonghan.

And sure enough, when Joshua returns his attention back to you, a second “thorn” has somehow also found its way over. Lee Chan. "Here, that looks heavy, let me help you," he says, taking the bag from your shoulder, chest puffed and smile toothy. He curls it the way one would a kettlebell, toned and sweaty arms glistening in all their nauseating glory. Seriously, who even flexes like that when picking up a bag? It's just tacky.

That's about all Joshua can stomach for much longer. He can feel the once tiny thorns morphing into jagged claws. Some awful green-eyed beast tearing at his stomach from the inside out. And while he knows he really shouldn't take the bait, he just can’t help it.

He beelines it across the room, walking to where you and his victims members are at a lightning-fast speed. Joshua musters up a sickeningly sweet smile and clears his throat. Mingyu and Chan look at him like they know they're in trouble.

But then your eyes light up at the mere sight of him, and all thoughts he had of ripping Mingyu and Chan a new one fizzle out all too easily. You push past the two boys without another glance in their direction, and a smile only he's capable of evoking plays at your lips.

"Hey, you." You greet him with a peck and the exaggerated gags that fill the room make his chest fill moreso with pride than embarrassment. Your hand slips just under the hem of his shirt, letting your palm lay against his stomach. There it is. That feeling of security. Of trust. Warmth. You lean back slightly and Joshua lets his impulsivity win when he chases your lips for one last reassuring kiss.

"Thank you for bringing my bag."

You hum, threading your fingers through his damp hair, combing it back. "I don't mind. I actually think you need to forget your bag more often."

Joshua tilts his head innocently. He's thrown off guard when you lean in, palm pressing harder against his stomach, and your lips ghost the shell of his ear. Voice low enough so that his members won't hear, which he's thankful for. "You're really hot when you're all sweaty and jealous."

Joshua cringes. "Was it that obvious?"

"Seungkwan's voice carries."

He feels a little stupid now for ever getting so worked up in the first place. His head drops with embarrassment, causing you to giggle. "Hey," you poke at his forehead so he'll look at you. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?" You sound a little more serious this time.

"Yeah, I know."

"Good."

"Hey, hyung," Chan calls, still behind you. "Can you take your bag now? It's actually kind of heavy."

[pablitogavii]

Arguance

Summary:

Warnings: angst to fluff (happy end I promise :)

"You're being impossible right now!!" Pablo was screaming as we stood across from each other in our shared apartment just screaming at each other for the past fifteen minutes.

"Me!? I'm being fucking impossible right now!? Who was late to date night!? Again!" you said really annoyed that you had to wait for him for a whole hour all dolled up and ready to go and not the first time too.

"I was training! I told you already! And you're acting like I was fucking some other girl! You're so freaking complicated!" he said and I was fuming mad that he was gaslighting me when he was clearly the one who messed up. But God forbids Pablo Gavi apologizes!

"Well then go and find an easy girl!" you screamed clearly not meaning it but he was done wit this argument grabbing his jacket from the couch when you said that.

"Maybe I will do just that!" he said leaving the apartment and you shocked as you started taking off the dress and heels you wore for tonight tossing them into the closet angrily. What an asshole!

Pablo called Pedri the moment he got into his car asking him to meet at the bar which the boy agreed knowing it must have been something serious if Pablo wanted to spend date night with him instead.

"I fucking love her man! And I know I was late...and not first time too..but..but I do love her..and I know I'm a horrible boyfriend..alright..I get it!" I was talking more to myself after the fourth whiskey and Pedri told the bartender not to give me any more tonight.

"It was just an argument, hermano..it's normal for a relationship..and you will have many more together..but you love each other, so let me take you home to your girl huh?" Pedri helped him stand up and walk to the car but when he opened the passenger seat door Pablo stopped turning to tell him something.

"She's going to leave my pathetic ass hermano.." Pablo said with tears collecting in his eyes..he knew he fucked up with that last sentence obviously not meaning it at all. He didn't want an easy girl..hell he didn't want any girl that wasn't you!

"No, she won't..come on, get in!" Pedri spoke trying to get him inside but Pablo still wouldn't budge.

"I said I was gonna find an easy girl.."Pablo said looking guilty at his friend who only chuckled.

"She knows you just as well as I and we both know how obsessed you are with your girlfriend..I am sure she didn't take it serious..now come on! Let's go home!" Pedri said finally getting Pablo into the car and driving him home.

When they knocked on the door, you were already half asleep on the sofa determined not to go to bed until Pablo makes it back home. Part of you wanted to yell in his face and other part just wanted to hug him and know he was safe. No matter what, you still loved him..you always will.

"I'm leaving him with you..my job here is done" Pedri said as you helped Pablo into the apartment. He was clearly wasted and smelled strongly of whiskey.

"Thanks for driving him" you said before Pedri left and you locked the door walking towards the bathroom.

"Let's take a shower..you stink!" you said taking off his hoodie while he just leaned onto the sink watching you take care of him. He was in awe and had nothing left to say..he was too drunk to apologize now and what if it was too late?

"Only if you take it with me.." he spoke and you looked up at him knowing it would take too long to change his mind so you took your clothes off getting into the shower with him.

"Here is the body wash" you say pouring some into his hands and your own as you rubbed it into his skin trying your best to remain mad and cold. He needed to know what he said hurt your feelings.

"Is that your body wash?" he said and you nodded being to lazy to grab his from the other side.

"Now I smell like you!" he giggled and fought an urge to laugh as well but instead you helped him wash off the body was ready to step out but he pulled you back.

"I'm a big cabrón....biggest cabrón in the world!" he spoke raising your chin up about to kiss you but you moved away making him kiss your cheek instead.

"P..please...just one more time..please" he half moaned turning your head around and when his lips captured your you couldn't help your hands going to his hair and deepening the kiss while his roamed your body. You pulled away suddenly.

"I'm sorry.." he said and you sighed feeling your head hurt as you stepped out and helped him dry out before wearing some boxers to bed.

"It's late..we should sleep Pablo" you said helping him lay down before going to your side and slipping under the covers as well. Uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry amor..." Pablo broke the silence not able to fall asleep without holding you like always terrified that he will never get to hold you like that again.

"We should talk in the morning..when I'm not so tired..and you're not so drunk" you answered and he nodded knowing you were right. You turned your back to him trying to sleep but neither of you could sleep like this. It felt wrong..foreign..awful to be so close and not be able to touch.

"Please..can I hold you..I won't do anything else..I promise..I just need to hold you to fall asleep" Pablo moved closer whispering to you and you nodded your head feeling his strong arm wrap around your middle and pull you back against him. And you fell asleep like that.

The next morning, you were in the kitchen making some breakfast when you heard him groaning as he walked form the bedroom. Yeah, whiskey hangovers are the wrost!

He came closer hugging you from behind and you sighed turning off the stove before turning around in his hold to look into his eyes.

"I left you a pill at the nightstand, you take it??" you asked moving his hair from his forehead and he nodded looking down at your lips longingly. You could tell he wanted to kiss you badly without him having to say it out loud.

"How did finding an easier girl go??" you said hearing him sigh and look down while his figners drew invisible shaped on your hips.

"You know I didn't mean that amor..I was stupid and angry..and I went to the bar with Pedri basically crying over you for hours..I know it's pathetic..but if you leave me..I..." he started to mumble nonsense when you went on your tip toes and kissed him lips to shut him up and that took him by surprise.

"You won't get rid of me that easily Gavira.." you whisper into his lips and he hugs you tightly resting his face into your neck and leaving a few wet kisses on your skin.

"Thank God! I'm sorry..so sorry amor..for being late for date night..and for everything I said afterwards" he said while holding you and you ran your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"It's alright cariño..I was a little harsh too..you were training and I was very needy" you said realizing your own part in the argument but Pablo shook his head kissing the top of your head lovingly.

"You're not needy..you just missed me and I missed you...believe me I did..and I promise for the next date night to surprise you with something you'll love very much" Pablo spoke and you smiled nodding your head and laying your head on his chest.

"Mm I hope it's something I will REALLY love.." you smirked while your hand went to his abs and he took the hint smirking to himself.

"I can give you that right now preciosa.."he whispered into your ear as his hands went to your ass and he squeezed making you giggle and kiss him back passionately. He raised you in his arms carrying you back to the bedroom when you realized.

"What about breakfast cariño??" you said when he laid you on bed and tarted pulling down your pajama shorts.

"My breakfast is served princesa.." he smirked and you blushed bright red closing your eyes in pleasure as he started kissing up your thighs..;)

I hope you like the story :)

[lateatnewyork]

Hi, could I request a Bodhi fluff prompt number 1? I think it would be something he would say to his partner, since Xaden mentionned that Bodhi was possesive in Iron flame when he saw Violet wearing his flight jacket.

I hope you don't mind that I'm joining your two requests together 💕

Second request: "Hi! Could I request a Bodhi smutt prompt 31? Like maybe he came to visit after graduating Basgiagth? Thanks in advance, there's not enough Bodhi fics :))"

Missed You

Bodhi Durran x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, fluff, breeding kink?

Prompts: Fluff - "You look really good in my clothes”, Smut - "Show me how much you missed me.”

Summary: Bodhi was stationed a post far away from you, and you hadn't expected him back so early. He intends to show you just how much he has missed you.

a/n: i agree, bodhi does not get enough love, i haven’t read fourth wing or iron flame in a while so sorry if things aren’t exactly the same 🫶🏻 as always unedited

I stand in the kitchen, with my hands on my hips, my eyes glaring at the ingredients I have laid out on the counter. Bodhi is coming home tonight after 2 months stationed at some post.

Gods I missed him.

“I could make a cake,” I mumble to myself.

No, I’ve done that too many times.

I continue glaring at the ingredients as if they have some hidden answer in them.

“Fuck it I’m making the cake,”

I had just put the cake in the oven, elbows deep in flour.

The door unlatched but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of the tap running.

“Hi my love,” I hear a deep voice behind me. Gasping, I run to Bodhi, jumping into his arms.

Kissing him hard on the lips, I savoured the taste of him. His strong arms wrapped under my thighs to hold me up. Pulling away, I try to catch my breath from that knee weakening kiss.

If Bodhi hadn’t been holding me, I definitely would’ve fallen.

“Missed you” he mumbles against my lips, I giggle and whisper “I missed you too baby”.

“Oh shit I have flour all over me,” I stammered, “I’m gonna get it all over your clothes”.

“I don’t care,” he retorts pulling me closer “Did you know how beautiful you look?” he gazes deep into my eyes. “Even like this?” I chuckle.

“Especially like this, makes me wanna get you all nice and round with my kids,” he groans out.

“What are we waiting for then Lieutenant, show me how much you missed me,” I commanded.

A cheeky grin crosses his lips, “Gladly”.

Gripping onto his shirt, I yelp as he carries me over his shoulders and runs up the stairs and to our bedroom.

"Bodhi, I swear to fucking god if you drop me, I'll gut you," my head bobbles as his grip on my thighs tightens. I gulp at the feeling, hopefully he doesn't notice.

"Have more faith in me darling," his hand loosens and just as I'm about to start yelling again it comes in contact with my ass, a loud slap echoing.

"Bodhi!" I gasp, about to lecture him again when I realise that I can pinch his butt.

And that's exactly what I do. His reaction is more milder to mine, probably because he isn't being carried over someone's shoulder.

"Didn't know you were an ass kind of lady, sweetheart," he chuckles.

"It's hard not to be when my husband has such fat ass," I grin.

He pushes me against the door and kisses me hard. His lips find mine in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lingering touch conveying the depth of his longing. The intensity of his desire for me is palpable as he holds me tightly, cherishing the moment of reunion after being apart for so long.

I deepen the kiss, my lips hungry and insistent against his. With a firm yet gentle touch, he begins to skillfully remove my clothing, his hands tracing the curves of my body with reverence. Each garment falls away, revealing my bare skin to his hungry gaze.

As my body is exposed to him, he takes a moment to stare at me. "Bloody hell, you're stunning," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine awe. The way his skin glows under the dim light, the way my curves beckon him closer, it's all too tempting to resist.

I begin to rid him of his own clothing, each piece discarded with urgency. The room fills with the sound of fabric hitting the ground as the anticipation builds between us. I pull away from the kisses, admiring the sight of Bodhi towering over me.

Closing the distance between us, I pull him into another passionate kiss, our bodies pressed together. My hands roam his exposed skin, exploring every inch with a mix of passion and hunger. The heat between us intensifies, and I can feel the electricity building in the air as our desire intertwines.

In this moment, there's nothing else that matters. It's just him and me, consumed by a primal need for each other.

"Please Bodhi I need you" I whimper out.

He pauses for a moment, his intense gaze locked with mine. I can see the raw desire in his eyes, the vulnerability in my plea. A flicker of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans in closer, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

"You need me that bad love?" he responds, my tone laced with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction. "Well, lucky for you, I'm right here."

Without further hesitation, he guides us towards the bed, his touch firm and commanding. Bodhi presses me down onto the mattress, his body hovering above mine. My hands roam his body, igniting every nerve with a teasing touch. I can sense his anticipation, his craving for the connection we share.

Leaning in, I capture your lips once more in a searing kiss, my tongue dancing with his. I can feel the urgency building as our bodies meld together, the heat between us becoming undeniable. With each touch, each caress, he makes it clear that he's here to fulfill my every desire.

"Tell me, love," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. I'll take you to places you've never been before."

"I want you in me, Bodhi" I whine out.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he hears my plea. The sound of my need ignites a primal hunger within him, pushing him further into his dominant nature. Bodhi positions himself between my legs, my gaze locked with his as he slowly enters me, inch by inch.

"You want me in you, love?" he growls, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You're going to get exactly what you need."

With each thrust, our connection deepens, savoring the way his cock hits that spot in me. My moans and whimpers echo in the room, fueling his desire to give me pleasure beyond measure. He sets a rhythm, his movements steady and powerful, ensuring that every stroke hits the right spot.

As he watches I surrender to the pleasure, he praises me in his rough, sex-laced voice. "That's it, love. Take me. Take all of me," he encourages me, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and adoration. "You feel fucking amazing. So tight and wet for me."

He continues to move within me, my hands scratching into your back, pulling him impossibly close to me. I revel in the feeling of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of pleasure.

"You were made for this, love," Bodhi whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Made to take my cock. To be fucked by me. You're doing such a good job."

I lose myself in the moment, completely consumed by the passion between us, as we both chase the peak of pleasure, the world around us fading into oblivion.

"Fuck, I'm so close, Bodhi," I moan out.

I can feel the build-up of pleasure coursing through our bodies, the tension reaching its peak. His grip on my hips tightens as he quickens the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, fueled by my desperate moans and pleas for release.

"Give in, love," he growls, his voice filled with a mix of need and dominance. "Let go for me. Come undone."

He continues to drive into me, his movements becoming more relentless, chasing both our climaxes. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh agains flesh, the intoxicating symphony of pleasure.

As I feel the waves of pleasure crash over me, I can no longer hold back. I let go, my release washing over me in a powerful surge. "Fuck, Bodhi," I moan, my voice filled with satisfaction. "Shit".

I watch as his body tenses, his groans growing louder as Bodhi reaches his own climax.

"You're beautiful when you come," he whispers in my ear, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."

We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath of our passionate union. The room is filled with heavy breaths and the lingering scent of our desire, a testament to the intensity of our connection.

As we come down from our high, he gathers me in his arms, holding me close. "You were made for this, love," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "You're mine, now and always."

Bodhi got up to clean us off, he comes back with a t shirt of his own and put it over me. "You look really good in my clothes," he grins.

"Can't say the same for you,"

a/n hope u liked this, the cakes probably burnt😭💀

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Okay, okay s/o being part of Itto's gang and Sara is constantly annoyed by the shenningans.

(Genshin Impact) Sara's S/O being part of Itto's gang

Sara regrets many things in her life. The people she wronged during the Vision Hunt Decree. The arrests she made.

And the biggest regret of all, falling in love with a dumbass of immeasurable magnitude.

Whenever they were with her alone, S/O was the sweetest person she had ever met.

They didn't care about who she was supposed to be, they loved her for her. Not as a general, or a daughter of the Kujou family, just Sara.

S/O was always so polite and courteous with her, never failing to put a smile on her face.

But the moment they were with Itto?

====

Sara had received news of a disturbance from the Arataki Gang, specifically demanding for her presence.

She showed up, ready to throw a couple of morons into a holding cell until she saw S/O alongside Itto, and 2 other members wearing-

(Sara) "By the Shogun, what the hell are you wearing?"

They were all wearing matching red and white striped uniforms, with fake mustaches and straw hats.

(S/O) "Back me up boys!" ahem "I may not always love youuuuu-~"

(Everyone) "BUT LONG AS THERE ARE STAAARS ABOVE YOUUUUU!

YOU NEVER NEEEEED TO DOUBT IIIIT!

I'LL MAKE YOU SO SURE ABOUT IIIIT!-"

(S/O) "-God-

(Itto) "-God-!"

(Everyone) "-GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT I'D BEEEE, WITHOUT YOOOUUUU!~"

Their voices were completely out of harmony, and grating to the ears.

Worst of all, it was drawing attention, and everyone was beginning to connect the dots.

S/O had gotten the gang to provide backup vocals for a love song, for her.

(Sara) "Cease this racket at once, or I will throw you into the cells myself! This is a public area, you can't just start bursting into song like this!"

(S/O) "Aw, do you not like the song?-"

Sara shut her eyes as she felt her cheeks intensify in heat.

(Sara) "Do not change the subject on me, S/O!"

She had half a mind to smite them where they stood. Honestly, she was pretty close to doing so.

(Itto) "Ah come on, no one sings better than the Arataki Quartet! Right guys?"

(Arataki Gang Member 1) "Yeah!"

(Arataki Gang Member 2) "Dang right, boss!"

(S/O) "No one's better than us!"

====

S/O was involved in Beetle fighting, specifically making sure to call theirs "Sara" too.

If it wasn't for Shinobu's help, S/O and Itto would have been smacked upside the head by Sara more times than she could count.

And Archons above, S/O argues so loudly about her wings!

(S/O) "No, I won't let Sara make you fly off! Stop asking, man!"

(Itto) "Whaat?! Come on bro, just ONE flight is all I'm asking!"

(S/O) "Those wings are MINE! Back off!"

(Sara) "I'm standing right here! And they're mine, S/O."

(S/O) "Aw come on, I've seen you smile when you let me nap on your wi-"

(Sara) "S-SHUT UP! Don't go announcing that to the entire world!"

(Itto) "Bleh! TMI, nevermind, don't want it!"

Honestly, Sara has no idea how she fell in love with this idiot.

...But she couldn't deny that it did make her feel happy at times.

(Itto) "Goood, S/O never shuts up about you!"

(Shinobu) "Boss, not exactly a good idea to insult S/O to her face."

(Itto) "Psh, it's not exactly false either!"

(Sara) "R-Really?"

(Itto) "GOD yeah! They keep goin' on and on about how sweet you are, it's like, DUDE! I KNOW! YOU SAID IT LIKE, FIVE TIMES NOW!"

Sara lets a small smile escape her lips before clearing her throat.

(Sara) "Hmph. I'll talk to them."

(Itto) "Please do, I'm gonna jump off a cliff the next time they start gushing about you!"

Itto walked off, leaving Shinobu and Sara alone.

(Shinobu) "...So you're going to kill them for gushing aloud how much they love you, right?"

(Sara) "Probably."

Shinobu chuckled, her mask muffling her voice.

(Sara) "I just wish they could express their love in ways that didn't make my veins burst in anger."

(Shinobu) "Psh, we both know you secretly love it."

(Sara) "I do not."

[scarletts-scribbles]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hey! Here's a compiled list of prompts for people to use, feel free to submit any of these for requests or to use in your own writing. I didn't come up with all of these myself so check out the credited creators! Requests are not limited to these prompts, feel free to think of your own or change these up!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 «» 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“I’d rather sit and do nothing with you than do anything with anyone else.”

“Would a hug make things better?”

"You wanna cuddle for the rest of the morning?"

"Just hold me?"

"You're being extra cuddly this morning."

"Quiet night on the couch?"

“You make me want to be the best I can be.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you like to be the little spoon.”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“You look really cute in my clothes.”

“You’re special. People like you don’t come around often.”

“I’ve only ever loved you.”

"You're hogging the blankets."

"May I have this dance?"

“Are you blushing?! That’s adorable.”

“Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”

“You should smile more often, it looks good on you.”

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

“Should we make it official?”

“Can you wash my hair for me?” 

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

"Can I braid your hair?"

"I'm not giving up on you, ever. I promise you.”

“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” 

“I’m proud of you, no matter what.”

"You're the worst, I love you so much."

"You got me flowers?"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

“Did you ever really love me?”

"Why did you come back?"

“You couldn’t just let me have this, could you?”

“Just because you hate your life doesn’t mine to get to dictate mine!”

“Look what you’ve done…”

"You promised you wouldn’t forget me."

“I don’t have an attitude, I just answered your question.”

“Please say something!”

"I get it! You're jealous!"

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“Is this how it really ends?”

“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”

“It’s too late for ‘I’m sorries’.”

"I thought I'd lost you forever."

“Ha… I told you you’d outlive me.” 

“Since when did you ever care about me?!”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

“Kiss me one last time?

“Why did you think you could change this?! You’re nothing!”

“This is all your fault.”

“I vouched for you! How could you?!"

"God, how blind can you be?"

“You’re either a fool for not knowing or an idiot for not doing something!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

“Shut up and just let me take care of you!”

“Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

"How long have you been hiding this?"

“And just when were you planning to tell me you were sick?"

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“You’re awfully quiet today.”

“Get behind me.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“Hey! Hey, relax it was just a nightmare, I’m right here.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

“Try and get some sleep. I’ll stay right here- I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“Bless you! Jesus that nearly gave me a heart attack, how about a little warning next time?”

“Your hands are freezing! come here, let me warm you up.”

“Show me?”

“Your bedside manner is awful.”

“Your not exactly a good patient.”

"Did you eat something bad?"

“Would you like a heating pad?”

“I think I just started my period…”

“Oh darling, this fever, you’re totally burning up.”

“You can sleep in my bed, if it'd be of any help.”

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Did you remember to take your meds this morning?”

“Don’t be stupid, now sit down before you pass out.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Stay?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding for gods sake!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

"I want to taste you so badly." 

"Make me beg for it." 

"Oh I can do this all night long." 

"Be a good girl and use your words darling." 

"You surprise me every day." 

"Let's find out how much you want it." 

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer." 

"Come on, please, do it." 

“Don’t worry, I’d take you out for dinner before I eat you out for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”  

"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 

"Oh, you like that?" 

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" 

"Well, let's see what happens tonight." 

“I’ll be gentle, baby.  Don’t worry.” 

"Can you kiss it better?" 

"Keep the noise down, baby.  Someone's gonna walk in." 

“God, you look amazing like this.” 

"Let’s put that smart mouth to good use.” 

"Oh, you're hard to please." 

"I had a very nice dream that started like this." 

"Can you be good for me?" 

"It's so hot when you talk like that." 

"I'll go as long as you need." 

prompt sources: @.scealaiscoite, @.sleepywriter00, @.dumplingsjinson, @.euthymiaaa, @.novelbear, @.luvmmarner, @.promptsbytaurie, @.creativepromptsforwriting, @.rosewritingprompts

[jassy-kpop]

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Predatory Gaze

Warnings⚠️: Werewolf Chan x Bunny Reader, Marking ,Knotting , Mating, piv, Readers POV, Biting, Rut, Rough sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) , Hair pulling, After care.

POV: 1st person

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It was like time froze, my heart was beating fast as I stared directly into that gaze. A gaze that speaks of lust and want, never have I ever been more scared yet turned on. I felt like prey, I mean, I am prey, but it just feels.... different. His gaze is making my skin crawl and wetness fill my panties. I knew who this was, I knew that gaze was too well, it's not the first time i felt his gaze on me. Christopher Bang , nefarious alpha of the woods. He takes what he wants, when he wants it, even if he has to get it by force.

"Well, well, well...look who we have here— a bunny girl, tell me , why are you here, you know you have no business being here." Bang chan said in growls ,it caused me to shiver, but it wasn't in fear, more like excitement, it's not the first time this happened, I know he's in a rut....but to be honest I just want to bother the living hell out of him.

"You know why I'm here, I like annoying the fuck out of you. You should know that by now Christopher" I looked at him from head to toe, my heart's beating fast from adrenaline, I know what price I'd have to pay for using his biological name, but it's worth seeing that scowl on his face.

"You know I don't like it when you use my name like that, you know how it makes me feel." Chan growled, it sent a shiver down my spine and I also felt myself becoming wet, but I wasn't gonna back down, even if his eyes are trained on me, with lust flowing through them, I'll stand my ground against that predatory gaze.

"So? What are you gonna do about it Christopher?" I challenge him.

" You know exactly what I'll do, and you know that I'll fucking ravage you, unless.....that's what you want." He said in a honeyed voice, he knew exactly how to push my buttons, and I loved it.

"Maybe," I said back, looking straight into his eyes, " maybe that is what i want" I teased back, and before I knew it I was being pinned to the ground and my clothes were being ripped off me.

"I'll fucking ruin you bunny girl, I hope you're fucking ready" the eagerness in his eyes were very noticeable and I couldn't help but feel just as excited.

"Yea? Fucking ruin me Chris" I moaned when his kissed me , our tongues battling for dominance, he won, and I couldn't help but whimper when he pulled away. I watched as he started to undress, I felt my mind go blank with each sliver of skin he revealed, and when he removed his boxers I couldn't help but stare in aw at his cock, it was long, thick, vainy, slightly curved and glittering with precum.

"like what you see, Bunny?" Chan teased while slotting himself in between my legs, " I wanted to prep you but, I can't fucking wait anymore, is this okay with you ?" He said lowly while gathering my slick on his cock.

I nodded, and awaited his entry.

"Words baby, I need words." he said, already breathless from the friction being created by him rubbing himself against me.

"I-I'm fine with it," I whispered back while already weaving my hands into his hair.

I moaned when he started to push his tip into me, and it wasn't long until he bottomed out, he let me adjust to his size before thrusting, his thrusts were rough but with each thrust his cock hits my g-spot .

"F-Fuck! Chan!" I moaned in pleasure, my fingers digging into his scalp, causing him to whimper.

"Fuck yes! Moan my name baby" he growled while increasing his speed, the sound of skin clapping filling the air around us.

I started to pull and tug at his hair, and my back arched " Mmhh, fuck, Chan, Channie" my eyes rolled back in pleasure as the pit in my stomach started to tighten.

"God you're so tight, mm fuck" Chand voice started to heighten in pitch as the pleasure was straining his voice .

Chan leaned down and started to leave hickies on me. His thrust now becoming more animalistic as we neared our orgasms.

"G-gonna cum, please, pleeeasse— ahhh" I whined, it felt like he was jackhammering my pussy and I was loving it"

Chan groaned at my begging, "Fuck yes , cum for me, Bunny — fuck!"

I tightened around him as he slotted his knot deep into my core, his warmth filling my insides.

"Mm fuck," we moaned in unison as soon as chan collapsed onto me.

We focused on trying to catch our breath and once Chans knot deflated enough for him to pull out he laid on his back and pulled me on top of him for cuddles.

"That was amazing." I sighed breathlessly.

"Yeah it was," he noticed that I was finna get up so he held me tighter " let's stay like this for awhile and the after this we can shower together and get something to eat. How about that?"

"I'd love that, Chan."

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@felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @changbunnies @therhythmafterthesummer @seo--changbin @skzms

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

The Secrets One Keeps

Alrighty, This is a request I was sent by an anon! Asking for a reader who's Hosea's daughter but dating Arthur, they have to keep their relationship a secret, especially from Hosea. Afraid for the poor man's heart.

Keep in mind this is my first work since coming back from hiatus, I'm a little rusty, so it might not be as great as it could be, be patient with me as I try to get back into the Rythm of things please! There's some NSFW themes but it's not full on smut, not for my first one back, but never fear, that will make a return.

Warnings: Fluff, language, maybe some NSFW themes Reader is a bit younger than Arthur is. (Don't worry Im not a freak, reader is gonna be over 18 by like at LEAST six years) Female reader, if there's slip ups, please let me know so I can correct them!

Let's jump into it!

You swear to God you just saw him, You just did, you watched him come out this way and you watched him give you that...look.

He wanted you to follow him, you could SEE it.

So where the hell was he?

"Arthur?"

You call out, but you keep your voice low. It's late, and camp isn't too far, you don't want anyone to hear you...you know what the two of you agreed on, and it was better if no one knew about the two of you. Especially your father. Hosea would NOT take kindly to Arthur dating his 24 year old daughter.

Not only that but to Hosea...Arthur was like a son...he saw the two of you as though you were siblings.

You definitely did NOT feel that way.

"Arthur, I swear to whatever God you pray to you better fuckin' come out-"

"Aw now, c'mon Darlin' that ain't very nice of you to speak like that."

You practically hear the smirk on his face as you feel an arm wrap around your waist and a chin on your shoulder.

"'Sides, you know I ain't a religious man."

"Arthur Morgan, how many times do I have to tell you not to scare me-"

"Awww you love it."

"No I don't!"

"Bullshit you don't last time I did you laughed and tried to take my pants off-"

"Shut up."

You twist to face him and sure enough he's wearing that smirk of his.

"You like it."

"Alright! Fine."

He laughs and leans in, placing his lips gently against yours, softly, sweetly, so different from what he showed everyone else.

"Been wantin' to do that all damn day. I hate this sneakin' around crap," He scoffs. "Fuckin' stupid, we're both adults."

"Aw come on, it's not so bad Arthur...The sneaking around is kinda fun..."

"I guess so...I don't know, I'm gettin' real tired of not bein' able to kiss you goodbye, or havin' to hide behind the wagons just to tell ya I love ya. I shouldn't have to hide it like I'm embarrassed."

"I know..."

You give a sigh and lean into him.

"It sucks, I know it does, I know. The sneaking is fun, but...I know what you mean. We should be sharing a tent by now, instead of trying not to be caught."

He gives you a grunt in response, placing his chin on your head.

"How can we be sure that Hosea wouldn't approve of us?"

His voice comes out a little strained. Acting as though he didn't already know the answer.

"C'mon Arthur..."

You sigh again and move so you can look him in the eye properly.

"You know he won't. Hell, he sees us slightly too close to one another and he loses his mind, he stares you down. You know it, you see it."

"I know..."

He grumbles.

"I need to spend more time with you though Darlin' I do. I NEED to."

He pauses for a moment

"We have to at least take a trip together soon, I mean...either that or we just gotta stop carin' about what Hosea thinks. Don't get me wrong I love 'em, I do, but I love you more."

"I love you too..."

The two of you are silent for a few moments, comfortably leaning against one another in the darkened part of the woods, it's late, both of you know that, and both of you know that you should probably be getting to sleep.

But it's been a long day. A long week even, the two of you haven't had nearly as much time together as you would have liked.

"You think maybe I could sneak you into my tent?"

Arthur's voice breaks the silence, quietly, barely there.

"Jus' tonight, please?"

"Arthur, you know dad'll see us."

"No, look I can leave tomorrow before you, leave the flaps down, no one'll go in there, then you just gotta go out towards the side instead of the front, go around the back of the wagon."

You chuckle a little at his enthusiasm, he never fails to make you smile. He's so obviously, deeply in love with you that it's hard to say no to him.

"Alright....alright, okay, we'll try. He should be asleep by now, it's just the others we have to worry about."

"They ain't gonna say anythin'."

You look at him and give a confused look, though your smile never wavers.

"How do you know?"

"They won't cause if they do, it's me they have to deal with, not Hosea."

His voice lowers slightly, and you watch as that look comes over his eyes. You've seen it before, you know what it means.

"Jesus Arthur, would you quit that, you..."

Your face heats quickly and you look away from him. Of course he was attempting to be threatening, but to you, it just seemed...attractive more so than threatening.

He knew that.

"Why Sweetheart...somethin' gettin' into that head of yours?"

"Shut it, you know what it does-"

"Absolutely I do, why you think I'm doin' it?"

He laughs but leans in and kisses your temple before starts to lead you back towards camp.

"C'mon, let's sneak you in."

He ushers you forwards, and the two of you stop at the edge of camp to see who's up, but luckily it seems that mostly everyone is sleeping.

He then leads you around the edge of Clemmons Point until the both of you get to his tent, the moment the both of you are in he closes the flaps up and gives the two of you some privacy. It seemed like the two of you had gotten away with it. Or at least no one had called out to you.

In the dim light of his lantern the two of you share a smile and there's a look in his eyes that you know means you'll be playing the quiet game tonight.

.....

Morning seems to come faster than you would have liked it to, the time spent with Arthur never seemed to be enough, so when you wake up in the early morning you decide to just burrow further into his bare chest.

It earns a quiet grumble from him as he pulls you closer to him, he's awake, you can tell he is, but he stays silent. The only way you know he's awake is the fact that his hand can't stay away from your ass.

"Didn't you have enough last night?"

You mumble but there's a smile on your face as you adjust, throwing a leg over his hip.

"Ain't never 'nough with you."

It comes out as a grumble and he moves to your thigh, gripping it tightly as he pulls it even further over his hip.

He buries his head in your neck and kisses there. As much as he seems to try and rile you up the kiss is soft, more sweet than anything.

"C'mon Darlin'...this could be every mornin'..."

He yawns and shifts himself, trying to wake up a little more.

"We gotta tell him at some point anyhow..."

"I know..."

You huff and move your hand to his hair, gently massaging his scalp, it's nearly instinct.

"I just...I don't know what he'll think, what he'll do...."

"C'mon, it's me. I know it probably ain't what he wants but...He loves me, he knows me...you could be screwin' Bill behind doors."

He stops a moment.

"Shut up Arthur, it is not-"

"I dunno about that, seems kinda dumb to me."

You roll your eyes and laugh before you kiss the top of his head. You're about to open your mouth to try and come up with an idea on what to tell your father when the tent flap opens.

You and Arthur move simultaneously to look and see who's standing there only to have your eyes go wide.

You're leaning backwards, your head turned over your shoulder to look, and you suddenly wish that you could disappear.

Hosea stands at the opening of the tent, his mouth open as though he'd gone to say something and then he'd noticed.

"Hosea, I can explain-"

Arthur starts, he moves, and gently puts his hand on your back to push you towards the wall so that you can stay covered.

"I don't want to hear it!"

Hosea puts his hand out, as though he's trying to block it all from view.

"Get dressed! Both of you!"

He leaves, dropping the tent flap and leaving the two of you alone.

"Shit..."

"Shit's fuckin' right..."

Arthur sighs and plops back down on the cot, covering his eyes with one hand.

The two of you take a moment, sitting in silence. wondering what the hell you'd say.

This silence continues as the two of you go to dress, once the two of you are done Arthur reaches for your hand, taking it quietly as both of you leave the tent.

Hosea stands right outside, and the both of you give one another a look of shame.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing!?"

Hosea nearly yells, it's such a difference from his usual calm demeanor, you've rarely seen your father so mad.

"Hosea, c'mon..."

Arthur mumbles.

"Can't we talk about this outside of camp?"

Hosea takes a deep breath and then nods, and the three of you begin your trudge towards the edge of camp. It's there that Hosea stands with his arms crossed waiting.

"Explain yourselves."

"Hosea-"

"No, Y/N, you first."

"Dad..."

You swallow and look to Arthur and then to Hosea.

"I love him. I mean that. I love him, and I have for a very long time, and he loves me. I know he does. It's not just...it's not just a one time thing, it means something-"

"How long."

"About a year."

A silence falls over the three of you. Hosea's face seems unreadable.

His eyes close and he gives a deep breath, exhaling heavily.

"Arthur."

Hosea opens his eyes and looks towards him, his jaw clenched.

"If anything happens to them, emotional or otherwise, I'm going to hold you accountable, and you WILL NOT like me. You understand me?"

"I do Hosea, you know me. I'm not gonna let anything happen to them. Never."

Hosea doesn't seem exactly...pleased with this answer, but he seems to accpet it.

"Don't EVER let me catch you two like that again."

"You didn't knock-"

"Shut up Arthur."

Arthur clamps his jaw shut and swallows, but there's a look a defiance in his eyes.

Hosea looks at the two of you for a moment longer and then walks away without another word.

The two of you, now alone, look at each other and give a relieved sigh.

"I guess...I mean he knows now at least."

"I have a feeling he's gonna make your life a living hell for a while Arthur-"

"Yeah..."

He breathes.

"More than likely."

[neko-loogi]

Heeeyy, I'm back with a new Helluva Boss opinion post thingy

Okay so, the Mammon episode- it was alright I guess? Tbh it didn't strike me as super awesome or anything, it's just kinda there?

Anyway, let's talk about it a little bit!

So I wanted to start off with Mammon himself, I'm gonna be honest I don't hate him but I don't like him either. I'll admit I do actually like his voice, I'm sure y'all might find it annoying but I dunno, I like his accent and the way he talks is kinda funny. His design tho? Eh, it could use some work.

For instance, his eyes are weird, like every time he was on screen my first thought was always: "Wow, he looks like Robin from TTG". I also hate how he's shaped like your typical "fat" character from cartoons. But for some reason they decided to give him skinny arms but a round body. He's weirdly disproportionate, which is disappointing because they definitely could make a better plus sized character design. But oh well, knowing Viv, she wouldn't even try.

I will admit his true demon form is kinda cool, except that I actually thought he was going to be a caterpillar or something but he's a spider? I swear, Viv has some weird design choices.

Moving on, the episode was cluttered as hell. It had way too much stuff in it, which made the episode feel eternal. Not only that but the episode has 4 songs.. FOUR FUCKING SONGS- When will Viv realize that not every HB episode needs a song? Like is this shit an animated series or a fucking musical? Make up your mind Viv-

Anyway, I'm glad this episode focuses on Fizz, but his character did feel a bit off in certain scenes, but aside from that everything else was fine. (I found that scene of Fizz talking to the deaf imp child while using sign language to be very endearing).

Alright, I'mma point out a few other things real quick:

Ozzie's relationship with Fizz is absolutely adorable and I love them so much. However I don't understand why they portray their relationship as a bad thing? Like, fucking Queen Bee is dating Vortex (who's a hellhound, and they are a lower class than imps) and nobody says anything and she's a sin- so why can't Ozzie do the same??

I also happen to noticed that Fizz and Mammon's relationship is similar to Angel Dust and Valentino's- I just hope they don't completely butcher my boy Fizz, because he's the ONLY character I genuinely like from this god awful series.

Edit: I find it outrageous that Fizz apologized to Blitzo in the previous episode for the accident and claims that yes, he was affected by it but he's gotten over it. Yet here, he's super insecure about it and seeks approval from Mammon. It doesn't make sense- I swear it's like the characters are evolving backwards (as in the character development just resets and they act like nothing happened).

I also just wanted to say that this character made me feel super uncomfortable throughout the episode (which I guess is the point, but honestly they didn't need to add him.) Like, was it really necessary to include this Reddit mod, Discord user incel with an obsessive personality to the episode? He doesn't really contribute much other than to probably trigger people who have dealt with some form of harassment like this, and to make Fizz look super helpless so that Blitzo can defend him.

Blitzo didn't contribute anything to the episode, they didn't need to add him either. Like we get it he's the main character but that doesn't mean he has to be in every fucking episode doing absolutely nothing other than saying a bunch of curse words or shooting someone.

In conclusion, I didn't like this episode that much. I was expecting more to be completely honest.

Sorry if this post was a little long- I wanted to write more stuff but I don't want to burden y'all with reading a lot of shit lmao. Anyway, that's all, love ya <3

[candyskiez]

Thinking about Reigen telling Mob he gets taken advantage of so easily in the context of him being very aware that he's using him. Y'know how depression will tell you "well clearly if they trust me then they're stupid, they just haven't realized how awful I clearly am, how can they not see it." He can't see Mob hanging around him for years as anything other than being horribly naive and gullible, and how could he do this, but how could he let the only good thing in his life go? Like obviously Reigen doesn't mean everything or hell, even most of the things he says to Mob in that alleyway. So much of it is just him trying to tear Mob down so he doesn't leave. But I feel like the fact he targets the fact he's gullible and easy to taken advantage of is very, very telling yk. It isn't the first time he mentions Mob is easy to take advantage of. He says that Mob has a hard time standing up to people. Because he knows this. He knows it very well, and feels horrible about it, but is terrified to lose him anyway. Reigen doesn't mean the vast majority of what he says to Mob, and brings up the gullibility just to hurt him, but like. God is it very telling that he's repeatedly brought up Mob being gullible. He is very aware he's being awful to Mob, he's very aware he's taking advantage of him, and he's in too deep to take it back. And it all starts boiling over as "How the fuck can't you see it. HOW can't you see it. Why do you think I'm good. I hurt you, constantly. I am taking advantage of you. You had to give me your powers. Fucking clearly I don't have any. Why haven't you left me yet. (You're going to leave me soon. You know. You aren't that stupid. You're growing. You're realizing. You're going to figure it out. How haven't you noticed?)"

And when Mob actually starts standing up to him, when in his mind the only reason Mob stayed is because Mob didn't have anyone else and because Mob needed him, he freaks out. And he lashes out horribly. Because he knew this was going to happen but he wasn't ready yet. And it's awful to watch because it's the consequences of his own actions and it's also just. Goddamnit, why did you have to fuck yourself over. That kid cares about you so much. Why did you have to mess it up. Y'know.

And like. I feel like Reigen views himself as inherently bad. At this point, he doesn't see himself as "I am doing bad things, therefore I am bad." He sees it as "I am bad. There is nothing I can do to Not be bad." So he doesn't make much of an effort to change. He doesn't see it as something that CAN be changed. Everything he does is bad because he is a bad person. He had to realize that no, it's not something inherent. He chose to do something bad. Mob didn't finally figure out there was something Wrong with him, Mob got tired of being treated like shit. And he has to ask himself, why did I do that? If there's not something Inherently wrong with me, if I used to want to be good, if I used to want to be important and helpful, why do I do the things I do?

Because he's lonely. Because he was terrified of losing the only good thing he had. Because he wanted to matter to someone, and he didn't want Mob to care less about him now that he had other people. Because he was terrified. And because of that, he'd been selfish. He'd been manipulative and controlling. He'd let his own fears and issues turn him into just another person who hurt Mob. And maybe he can't fix this. Maybe he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to become a good person, or if he'll ever stop hurting people, or if he'll ever get his shit together. But he can say sorry, and hope Mob knows that he was wrong. Mob had grown up. Mob was so much stronger than he'd given him credit for. And he deserved to be treated better than he'd treated him for so long. He hopes Mob knows he's a good kid, and he deserves so much better than life had given him, and he's gonna be okay.

And when Mob comes back for him,he's baffled. Because he was cruel to him. He'd always been cruel to him. He didn't know how to stop. And he doesn't get it. How does Mob not know. He needs him to say it. He needs him to realize, but he's terrified. He needs Mob to yell at him. To be angry. Mob deserves to be angry, he's accepted it now. He knows Mob has every right to never want to see him again, so why would he help him? What does he have to do to make him realize?

Mob knows that Reigen is a liar, on some level, even if he won't admit it to himself yet. But Mob also knows that Reigen tries to do good. He knows that Reigen tries to fix the problems his clients have, and tries to give advice, and tries so fucking hard. He knows that Reigen can be good. And he gives him the benefit of the doubt. Because Reigen can be a good person.

Mob still is unsure at this point if Reigens care for him is real or if he just wants to use him, but he knows that Reigen wants to do good. Reigen tries. Even if he doesn't always succeed, even if Reigen has moments where he acts horribly, Reigen genuinely wants to be a good person. And when given an opportunity to help, he tries to take it.

So Mob gives him another chance. Even if Reigen feels like he doesn't deserve it, he takes it. Because he doesn't want to hurt him again. And he wants to fix this. Reigen genuinely wants to do good, even if he believes he can't.

Anyways, I'm gonna go cry now.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Twenty Eight}

Alastor x (Fem)Reader

Warning: Kidnapping, Violence (Vox hits reader), Threats Of Dismemberment/Torture (nothing actually happens tho)

A groan left me as the world finally came back into view, maybe a bit too fast, I shut my eyes tightly and tried to fight off the nausea I felt. I inhaled deeply a few times before slowly opening my eyes again.

I was somewhere I didn't recognize, it looked like a empty room. Nothing but a door ahead of me, and a small window on the wall to my right. It was the only thing lighting the room.

I tried to move, but was quickly stopped by a slight tug. I furrow my brows and look up, my arms had been raised above my head, and my wrists tied together by cuffs, held up by chains that were securely tied to the hooks in the ceiling.

I gasped sharply, it was muffled however, by the rag tied against my mouth. I tried my wings next, but the joints were cuffed as well, preventing me from flapping them.

My breathing became forced and erratic as panic finally set in fully. I tugged harshly at the chains, trying to free myself, but it was of no use.

My legs felt weak as well, I tried to move them, but they were about as useful as my arms, despite not being tied down.

What the fuck was happening!? Where was I!?

Suddenly the door to the room opened, and in walked a familiar looking overlord. "You awake?" He asked before flipping the light switch on. "Good...Now we can get to know each other." He approaches me and crouches to my level.

"I know we've met before. But I think we should start over, we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other from now on so..." He chuckles darkly.

"The name's Vox, nice to meet you."

"Aw, don't look so scared." Vox said with false pity. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Not yet anyway." He smirks. "I'm just gonna keep you here until your little boyfriend shows up. That asshole has been screwing around with me for too long. It's about time I put an end to that radio fucker, and you, are just what I need to do it."

I furrow my brows, I was worried of course and no doubt scared for my own safety. But now I was angry too.

"Wanna say something?" Vox tilts his head, he reaches for the rag at my mouth and pulls it down. "Go ahead then."

"You think just because you kidnapped me, that Alastor won't tear you apart?" I ask. "You underestimate him, if you believe that." Vox laughs at my words. "If he doesn't want you loosing a few limbs, he will come here and behave. If he doesn't, well, that'll be one thorn out of my side."

"Don't you dare hurt him. I don't care what happens to me, you can do whatever you want, but do not hurt Alastor." I say, tugging at the chains slightly.

"Oh, I don't need anything from you. Though, my associate might. I'm sure you've heard of him, and I'm sure you know how popular his films are." He could only mean Valentino. Oh god...I would rather die...

"You won't get away with this. Alastor will come here and rip you limb from limb. And telling from this kidnapping act, you like to play cheap. I bet that's why you're doing this. You can't match up to Alastor."

Vox delivered a harsh slap to my face after that. I failed to hold back a yelp as my head was forced to the side from the blow. I could feel the sharp sting blossoming in my cheek.

"Keep talking shit, and I won't be so forgiving next time." He stood up fully and looked out of the window. "I tried to get that dumbass hell hound to bring you here. But I guess he fucked off somewhere."

Hell hound? Did he mean Liam? Liam was in on this? I guess that would explain why he was at the hotel in the first place.

"Anyhow! I feel like we should start moving things along now. I'm sure he's noticed you're gone, so, how about we give him an idea of where you are. Speed things up, you know?"

"Let's see...maybe I could send him a finger or two? Or maybe one of those pretty eyes of yours?" He grins wickedly. I tried not to let my fear show, but it was clear by the shaking of my hands and shoulders. Vox's eyes trailed down. "That'll do."

I follow his gaze, my eyes falling upon my necklace. I gasp and try to move away as he reached down. "No! No, stay away!" I yelled. "Relax, will ya? I'm just taking the necklace. What? Did he give it to you? How cute." He says bitterly before grabbing at it. "No!" I cry just as he ripped it from my neck.

And just like that, my true form was revealed...

"What...the fuck!?" Vox exclaims.

If I wasn't panicked before, I definitely was now. My true form, my angel wings on display for Vox to witness. This wasn't good. This was the absolute last things I wanted to happen. What would he do to me now that knows? I couldn't look at him, I kept my eyes glued to the floor as I drew ragged breaths.

Vox then began to laugh.

"Fucking really!?" He cackles. "Well no wonder he likes you so much! You're an angel! Oh that's priceless!"

Vox's laughter died down slowly. He crouched back down and grabbed my chin, jerking my head up to face him. "You are both so fucked..."

"Alastor!" Mimzy shouts, before dodging a person being thrown her way. "Damn it Alastor! Calm down, you're making a mess of things!" She calls up at the now titanic sized radio demon. Tendrils grown from his back, were the cause of the randomly tossed objects and unfortunate demons in the way.

This had been going on for several minutes. He was beyond frantic, beyond worried. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was far too distraught for that.

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" Alastor yelled back. "Y/nis missing!"

"Well you're not gonna find her all worked up like this! Get down here and use your head!" Mimzy demanded. Alastor knew she was right, though it didn't make him any less frazzled. He did as she said however, and returned to his normal form.

Now it was just them in the empty longue. Alastor did feel a little bad about causing such a commotion in Mimzy's lounge, of all places. He let his anger and worry get the best of him, and it controlled his every movement. Blinded him from what was going on around him.

He was so upset by this...and he was scared...

"Where could she be?" Alastor's voice cracked slightly. "She wouldn't have just left on her own..." Mimzy didn't like seeing Alastor like this. She was worried too, but she knew it was nowhere near what he felt. "Isn't there any way of contacting her?" She asks.

"You know I don't own a cell phone. She doesn't either..."

Mimzy narrowed her eyes. "Isn't she from the modern era? Why doesn't she have a phone? You know what, never mind. Let's just stay calm and focus alright? Is there any place she might go to that you know of?"

"Other than the hotel, no." Alastor answers. "Alright, let's start there." Just as Mimzy said that, her phone rang. She looks at it then to Alastor. "Speak of the devil." She answers it. "Hello?"

'Hey, Mimzy? Is Alastor with you?' It was Charlie on the other end. The two had exchanged numbers the last time Mimzy had visited the hotel, to see Alastor.

"He is." Mimzy tells her.

'Well, a package showed up for him here at the hotel. It's pretty weird looking...We didn't want to mess with it. But I think it's from VoxTek, which is why it's weird. Alastor isn't really tech savvy you know?'

Mimzy hold the phone away from her to speak to Alastor. "It's Charlie, she says you have a package at the hotel, from VoxTek."

The loud screech of a record skipping made Mimzy wince. Before she could get a word in, Alastor had sunken into the shadows and disappeared. She sighs before speaking into the phone again.

"He's on his way. A word of advice, when he shows up...stay out of his way." Rage couldn't even begin to describe what Alastor felt the moment he opened that package. It was small, small enough to hold the necklace along with a few white feathers inside.

Vox knew...and now, Alastor wanted nothing more than to rip his soul apart, for even daring to lay his filthy hands on his beloved.

He should have known. Of course it was that bastard. Of course he would do something like this. Alastor swore right then and there, that he would invent a whole new form of pain, when he got his hands on that flat-faced motherfucker.

[wellwrittenevilbitch]

Who is the better written evil bitch!

Propaganda

Erebus

Anyone vaguely aware of Warhammer may know that pretty much everything is horrible for almost everyone involved. Erebus is responsible for a surprisingly large amount of it.

His horrible crimes started when he was boy, back then he wasn't even called Erebus. When she was a kid he already was known to be such a horrendous kid that his parents told him to be more like their neighbour's boy: Erebus. His response was to kill the original Erebus and steal his identity.

After this he joined the space marines under command of another man named Lorgar Aurelian. Erebus, in this time, followed the chaos gods, a set of four gods who pretty much rule over hell/afterlife. The chaos gods are very malevolent and Erebus was very much okay with that as long as he got what he wanted from that. Erebus used his position to slowly corrupt his lord Lorgar to follow chaos as well, and after that he corrupted Horus (another lord of another group of space marines) with a poisoned knife and magic gained from the chaos gods. This kickstarted the Horus Heresy: a galactic civil war in the imperium which culminated in the death of the emperor of mankind and a large group of the imperium falling to chaos and causing irreparable damage to the imperium at large. Meanwhile Erebus never stopped scheming to gain more power. Backstabbing and turning on friend and foe alike if it would gain him more power, sadly never getting what he deserves.

All for one:

Tbh, there's so much to tell about him, I'm kinda at a loss where to start and what to tell here. This is gonna be very rambly, so, sorry lol.

So. All For One. He's the Evil Bitch Supreme. He does awful, evil, terrible things for his own profit (and also for fun), he's completely unapologetic, he's fully self-aware, he knows that the things he's doing are evil. In fact, he's doing all that heinous shit on purpose. He's being evil quite literally on purpose. Because he's playing a character. His favourite comic book villain, to be exact, and essentially is trying to write a 'fix-it' fanfic where his blorbo wins into reality. I'm not gonna go into how exactly he operates, his parasitic nature, his extremely weird and complicated relationship and obsession with his younger brother (that's a whole other can of worms), just gonna talk a little bit about his overall personality.

Unlike other villains in the story, he avoids being humanised. He doesn't want to be humanised. His face is hidden from the readers for 3/4 of the story. His real name is unknown. He glorifies and takes power in the idea of being dehumanised, being just a villain, just a monster. But knowing MHA's themes - no one is inherently a villain. There is no 'inhuman' monsters. They are all very much human. His villain persona isn't just him playing a character, it's more than just him playing a character - it's a form of escapism. So what is he escaping away from? What would force someone to go that far into their own escapism? What would make someone feel that being seen as a monster is better than being seen as a human?

He believes that a person's destiny is defined by their quirk, and that everyone are characters with roles and paths they cannot stray away from. And in his mind, he's also the one who defines those roles and writes the narrative for them. Shigaraki Tomura (Real name: Shimura Tenko), his pupil and 'successor' (whom he kidnapped at the age of 5 and groomed into this 'Shigaraki Tomura' persona for 15 years, btw), is essentially his OC that he based on an evil and obedient version of his late younger brother and that he later tries to quite literally self-insert himself into. And he applies that to himself, too. His villain name is the name of his quirk. He even implies a few times that he is a bit of a kleptomaniac when it comes to quirks, and that he cannot help it because it's HIS (quirk's) nature. In fact, any time someone does not follow his narrative, and acts outside of the little box AFO put them into in his own mind, he goes absolutely livid, shaking, crying, shitting himself, because they're breaking his Immersion the story that he's writing. By trying to be not just the writer, but also the main character and the main villain, he inserted himself into the story, and became bound to it's rules. And if there's a rule in this story, it's that all villains are just people. The further we go, more and more glimpses of his humanity are being shown, despite him desperately trying to hide away that he's just a weak, pitiful person who chose to perpetuate the cycle of abuse done to him and other meta-humans during the Emergence of Quirks era.